Part of Eve's Discussion

It was like the moment when a bird decides not to eat 
   from your hand,
and flies, just before it flies, the moment when rivers seem 
   to still
and stop because a storm is coming, but there is no 
   storm, as when
a hundred starlings lift and bank together before they 
   wheel and drop,
very much like the moment, driving on bad ice, when it 
   occurs to you
your car could spin, just before it slowly begins to spin, 
   like
the moment just before you forgot what it was you were 
   about to say,
it was like that, and after that, it was still like that, only
all the time.

    —Marie Howe